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[kayla-claw]

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[orimuraa]

── ⋆⋅ ೀ Until I found her - OT7

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆when the bad boys are down bad ⨾

۶ৎ bad boy!enhypen x fem!reader┆fluff┆enha is whipped, kisses, petnames┆wc 698

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: eaurahhh i need down bad enhypen so bad it's nawt even funny dawg

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승

"doll face..how many are you putting in?" heeseung laughs lightly, trying not to move his head too much. "just sit still seungie," you answer, putting in the finishing touches. heeseung was sat on your shared bed, his signature, black, leather jacket adoring his body, while you carefully covered his hair in your favorite hair clips featuring sanrio, stars, flowers, hearts, and so much more. "done!" you smile, letting heeseung turn around to see the mirror. at one glance at his reflection, he just smiles, turning around to look at you. "angel, you're so precious."

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성

jay never let anyone touch his car. it was his prized thing and always loved to show it off. so when you came along, stealing his heart and all, how could he say no to your decorations? within a swift blink of an eye, you had placed little stuffed animals all around his car, adding in car pillows and cute little stickers on the seats and steering wheel. at first, jay almost had a heart attack, but when he saw your bright smile, he just couldn't be mad. "oh princess, i love you so much," he says, kissing your lips and admiring his now bedazzled car.

𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤

"yunnieee, stop moving!" you whine, making an angry-pouty expression at your boyfriend. "i'm sorry, pretty," jake says, smiling at your adorable face. you had set up a bunch of pretty colors to paint jake's nails, deciding that he needed more colors than just black in his outfits. once you had carefully finished each nail, you smiled, staring down proudly at your work. "wow baby! it's..beautiful!" jake smiles brightly--something he only did around you. "they match well with the black," you snicker, scrunching your nose. jake takes this as an opportunity and leans in swiftly, leaving a small kiss on your nose. "my payment."

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈

sunghoon had a motorcycle that he treasured almost as much as he treasured you. so when he came home to find you squatting down next to the bike, a bunch of sheets of stickers in your left hand and your right hand delicately placing them along his bike, he knew he loved you most. "angel? what are you doing?" he smiles softly, admiring the cute stickers. "your bike needed a makeover," you hum, still very focused on your stickers. sunghoon gently tilts your chin towards him for a minute, kissing your lips and smiling against them. "thank you, precious."

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우

sunoo tended to have a lot of dark colored things, so naturally, you needed to fix that! you started with his black backpack, adding three key-chains to the zippers. they were brightly colored and stuck out very much against the black bag, but that was exactly what you wanted. "baby? was this you?" sunoo asks, walking in with his backpack in his hand and a small smile on his lips. "uh huh," you nod. "it was too boring," you add, simply looking at him with a smile. "well thank you for the glam," he smiles, leaning in and kissing your forehead.

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원

"wonnie!! i got us matching hats!!" you giggle, showing him the two little cat beanies you found at the mall earlier. jungwon usually opted for darker and "cooler" clothes, but when it came to you, he just couldn't refuse. upon seeing the fluffy cat beanies, jungwon just smiled, letting out a small laugh. "thank you princess, they look adorable." you know that deep down, underneath his bad boy persona, jungwon secretly loved things like this. but you wanted to gate keep it for a little longer. your boyfriend was just too cute to share.

𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村 力

"little love, are you sure that that's natural?" ni-ki asks cautiously, staring at how clumpy his hair looked. "yes ki! i told you, that's just the dye! it'll wash out, i promise," you huff, turning off the timer. "okay now go wash it out," you say, helping ni-ki out of the trash bags you put him in so he wouldn't turn pink. "alright..i'm out," ni-ki says after finishing rinsing his hair. it was adorable. his base was still black but he let you had in streaks of pink, making him even more adorable. "hm, maybe i could get used to this."

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: @en-diaries, @k-films, @k-nets

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[littlebambiboy]

Pretty please? ♡

[soulari]

　　⏖　　♡　　pierrot　𓈒　　⁺

[flowerysubmissive]

How can anyone get work done with me around, you ask? I’ll let you know the answer to that question, when I have it~🤭

[bimboprincess111]

me n who ??

[millers-angel]

lollipop dad(dy)!joel x virgin!female reader

summary: joel knows how much you enjoy having something in your mouth... so he gives you something to work on. warnings: ddlg, joel is your dad, daddy kink, smut, thumb sucking, reader has an oral fixation.

you're laying on his bed, legs stretched out, head resting on his pillow. joel is next to you, one arm under his head, watching you out of the corner of his eye. he's been watching you since the moment you wrapped it off and took it to your mouth.

the lollipop in your mouth clicks against your teeth when you shift, rolling onto your side to face him.

"why'd you give me this?" you mumble around it, lips sticky and red.

joel shrugs. "thought you'd like it."

you squint at him, like you're trying to figure something out. then, slowly, you pull the candy from your mouth with a soft pop, tongue flicking over the sugar.

his eyes drop, just for a second, before he looks away.

"you like seein’ me with it," you say, and it's not a question.

joel huffs, shaking his head, but you catch the way his fingers twitch against his stomach.

"you're imaginin’ things, sweetheart."

but you're not. you know you're not.

smiling a little, you push the lollipop back between your lips, letting your tongue swirl over it, slow, lazy. watching him.

joel shifts, clearing his throat. "shouldn't be in my bed," he mutters, but he doesn't tell you to leave. doesn't move away.

you hum, sweet and soft.

"but it's warm here," you say innocently. "you're warm." you shifted closer to him, snuggling on his ribcage.

joel exhales through his nose, tilting his head back against the pillow, eyes slipping shut. like he’s trying not to look.

you bite down on the candy, a sharp little crunch in the quiet room.

joel’s jaw clenches. "change that look on your face, daddy," you said almost giggling by how serious he's trying to be. "here,"

you shift closer, propping yourself up on one elbow. the lollipop is still sticky between your fingers, coated in the warmth of your mouth. before he can react, you press it past his lips, slow, teasing.

joel freezes for a second, eyes flicking to yours, surprised. then he huffs a soft laugh, lips closing around the candy.

his tongue flicks over it, and before he can say anything, you move. slow and sweet, you climb onto his lap, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. settling against him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

joel stiffens, hands hovering near your waist like he doesn’t know what to do with them. the lollipop clicks against his teeth as he pulls it from his mouth and slowly pushed it into yours again.

"looks better when you have it," he said, voice raspy.

"yeah?" you teased moving yourself forward for him to feel how the thing slides on your mouth.

his hands shifted to your hips. "yeah, you love having something in that little mouth of yours."

you gasped, acting offended. "not only in my mouth!"

he chuckled, squeezing your hips. "where else?"

you took the lollipop from your mouth and played mapped a trail to your chest. "mm... well," you drawled until you got to your lower belly, toying the hem of the shorts you're wearing. "maybe—"

you sent shivers to the tip of his dick. he held your wrist before you got the lollipop inside the shorts. "hey,"

"what?" you leaned to him, brushing your lips on his ear. "i bet you'd like to see how i play with the lollipop in my private parts,"

you started leaving kisses from his cheek, to the corner of his mouth. "you'd like it, don't you?"

he took a deep breath. "you know i can't, angel,"

you furrowed your brows, "but you don't have to touch me, you just have to see me," your lips ghosted on his.

his eyes betrayed him, staying on those puffy lips that drive him crazy. joel always noticed them, always.

it was the way you had a pen or pencil in your mouth when you were lost in thought, like you couldn’t help it. he saw it when you were in your room writing, the way the pen would rest between your lips, just barely there, sucking the tips just a little.

even at the dinner table, you’d hold your fork or spoon too long between your lips, and joel couldn’t stop himself from staring, wondering what it’d feel like to replace that utensil with his own lips... or maybe his dick.

and even when you slept, your lips still had something between them. the corner of your blanket or even your own thumb, it was the sweetest thing to see.

joel would’ve given anything to feel those lips on his, to know what it was like to taste the softness of them for real. what it's like to feel them sucking him.

you closed the distance between you, moving slowly, as if every inch mattered. joel didn’t pull away, he let himself fall into the feeling of you so close, so warm.

he kissed you back, slow and tender, as if you were the most delicate thing he’d ever held in his arms—you are, like he was memorizing the taste of you... how sweet you tasted, like that lollipop you've been toying in your mouth minutes before this.

you felt his scruffy beard tickle your skin, making you smile into the kiss.

he pulled back slightly. "this is wrong,"

you shook your head, "but we want to," you held his face. "you didn't like it? because i can get better—"

" i liked it, but," he tucked a string of hair back to your ear. "you know what i mean, baby girl,"

you hopped a little on his lap, he flinched cause he was already worked up from seeing you sucking the lollipop.

"little one, wait—"

"what?" you acted dumb, still hopping. "can we play horsey ride, daddy?" you pouted. "please."

he loved when his girl rubbed herself on his lap, feeling her soft spot between her legs, making little sounds he always pretend to ignore because he wanted to feel less guilty about enjoying playing with his girl like this.

"alright," he cleared his throat. "but you have to keep sucking on the lollipop."

now he can't even hide how much he likes it... and who are you to deny such request?

you started to grinding your hips on him. his body got stiffened but you couldn't help yourself—you never did. playing horsey with joel wasn't just arousing but you've had the best orgasms by doing it too. whenever you're watching a movie and you start hopping on his lap, or when he's braiding your hair, even when he's comforting you, you always do it and you know he knows cause you always end up panting, squirming, flushed cheeks, sweating even. you know he knows because you always feel how hard he gets—like now.

the difference is that this time, you're muffling your moans by sucking on the lollipop, but still making lazy sweet noises. your eyes are closed, your cheeks hollowed as you sucked, your lips all wet by drool.

you could feel his cock twitching, it was impossible not to with the view you're giving him. your breasts raise and fall perfectly in the top you're wearing, he can see them because of how thin the fabric is. the way you move your hips on him like you're just made to ride him, the way your lips tight around the lollipop.

"don't you enjoy playing horsey, baby?"

you whimpered. "yes, daddy." you said lazily.

he started jerking his hips too, matching your pace, he usually controls himself, but not today. he wanted to feel you, to make his girl come.

“such a sweet girl,” he cooed.

your core was throbbing, he could feel how warm it was, maybe leaking some of your fluids on his sweatpants… which he loved, the way his girl always left something hers on him.

a bit of drool was leaking from your mouth and the space it was between the candy. he held the stick firmly.

“suck.” he commanded.

this time you opened your eyes as you did, to meet his but joel's eyes fixated on your mouth as you continued to suck on the lollipop, his grip on your hips tightening slightly as he felt his cock twitching. he let out a low groan, his head tilting back slightly as he tried to keep his composure.

"goddamn it," he muttered under his breath, his mind racing with thoughts of what he wanted to do to you. "you're driving me crazy."

you humped, moaning softly, almost reaching the orgasm. he held your hips close to his bulge and thrusted.

your movements grew slower and he knew you were there, not only by how your movements went slow, but by how your lips were sucking on the lollipop, by how your humming was sloppy and delicate, and also, by how you were curling your toes.

he loved to see his girl having an orgasm. those little moans you make, the way your cheeks get all flushed and you become shy after you realize you’ve had an orgasm on joel’s cock.

he cupped you to his chest, trying to make you feel less shy.

his hands smoothed over your back, warm and steady, guiding you down until you were curled against him, small and safe. he shifted, turning with you until you were tucked into his side, his arm heavy around your waist.

“there you go, angel,” he murmured, voice deep, soothing. “you did a great job.”

you hid your face against his chest, still feeling the heat on your skin, the softness in your limbs. joel just held you closer, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your back.

he chuckled. "you not talking to me?" you shook your head and looked at him through your lashes, his cock twitched, you look so damn innocent.

“already gettin’ sleepy, huh?” he mused, his lips brushing against your hair. “bet you’re all ready for bed now.”

his voice was teasing, but low, gentle. lulling. you didn’t answer, just let out a little hum, pressing closer.

“that’s what i thought. let's get you to bed.”

"what? no, no, please, i—i want to sleep here, with you."

he chuckled softly. "now you're talking,"

you weren’t even sleepy, you were just a little ashamed because of how you’ve finished, because he has seen you doing it—it’s not even new, but still.

you shifted, being his little spoon. he slipped his hand on your stomach, pulling you closer to him.

time passed and he was just pressing his lips sloppily on your shoulder, just hearing the way your mouth still works on that damn lollipop.

it’s driving him crazy because he can’t stop thinking about what you just did, about how damp you left his sweatpants, about how slick your skin must be down there.

it didn’t help that you didn’t stop moving your hips on him while lying there, feeling his bulge.

“daddy, why do i feel sticky in my private parts?” you played dumb.

he blinked. “did you pee?” he teased back, holding his laugh.

you rolled your eyes. “no, it’s not pee… can you check it out for me, please?”

you asked while your hands slipped the shorts down—this time, he didn’t stop you. you were bare naked for him, ready to be used.

you’re begging for it.

he rolled down his sweatpants, freeing his aching and swollen dick finally being free. you looked at him over your shoulder and he immediately turned you back, if you see him he’s gonna lose it.

the next thing you felt was flesh, warm and hard flesh against your thighs. you bit the candy and he got his cock between your inner thighs.

you were all sticky, you were a mess and he’s not planning on cleaning you or checking on you—as you asked. he’s gonna make more of a mess.

he thrusted, you squeezed your thighs and his cock at the same time, he let out a whimper, he was too big. your skin is way too soft down there, he can feel everything, how swelled your pussy is, how warm and wet it is.

he heard the click of the lollipop in your mouth and immediately shifted one of his hands to your face, sticking out the candy and throwing it somewhere in the room. he couldn’t care less.

he replaced it with his thumb.

you received him gracefully, pressing your tongue on him, swirling it and sucking him as much as you could, moving your head even, so he’d feel what you’d do to his cock.

“that it, sweet girl,” he grunted on your ear. "daddy's thumb is better, isnt it?"

you hummed in approval, you look adorable, closed eyes, tight lips around him, your body limp but your thighs, the little sounds you’re muffling on his thumb. his girl was made to please him.

he wasn’t thrusting gentle, it was desperate and needy, like he’s been waiting to do this for a long time—he has.

you were slightly digging your teeth on his skin when he was getting close to the orgasm, you could feel it—the way his cock throbbed, the way he was fastening his pace, the way he was whimpering, grunting, mumbling unintelligible stuff. it didn't help when you pushed yourself back, sticking your bodies together.

his cock was sliding on your slit, feeling how small and soft your pussy is. his thumb tensed on your mouth, just as his whole body and the next thing you felt was a warm, sticky fluid between your thighs, over your pussy.

he was lightly spasming, panting. but he didn't regret what he just did, he knows you wanted this as much as him.

his took his pruney thumb out your mouth. "you made a mess on me, daddy,"

he chuckled, gasping. "i'm gonna clean you up, baby, don't worry," he pressed his lips on your shoulder.

oh, and he did, he wiped you clean. it was the very first time joel saw your bare pussy, it was the most perfect one he's ever seen. it was all covered in his cum, flushed and swollen, he wouldn't share it with anyone else. he may have stayed wiping more time that he should've... but you didn't complain, his fingers were thick and knew what they were doing.

he opened your folds just a little to see the tiny hole. "you still virgin?"

"why don't you found out?" you teased, he rolled his eyes. "yes, i'm virgin..." you bit your lip. "i'm saving myself for you, daddy."

he breathed, you're gonna get him hard again, specially when he's looking at your pussy like this, so exposed and ready for him... but no. not tonight at least. he pressed his lips on your inner thigh and quickly put your shorts back on.

you sighed. "i thought—"

"you know we can't—"

"but, daddy—"

"no buts," he said firmly, lying behind you, his chest warm against your back as he softly pushed you closer to him. his hand rested on your waist, fingers tracing lazy circles over your skin.

you stayed like that for a moment, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath, the weight of his arm keeping you close. then, in a small, hesitant voice, you asked, "can i at least sleep with your thumb in my mouth?"

his breath hitched slightly, but he didn’t pull away. instead, he brought his hand up, brushing his knuckles over your cheek before pressing his thumb against your lips. "that helps you sleep, huh?" his voice was softer now.

you nodded, lips parting just enough to take him in, feeling the rough pad of his thumb rest against your tongue. a content sigh escaped you as your eyes fluttered shut.

"spoiled,"

♡

[kayla-claw]

Agere userboxes!

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[orimuraa]

ㅤㅤ 𝜗𝜚 Will you be forever with me? - Nishimura Riki

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆you were riki's complete opposite, but that never stopped you from loving him ⨾

۶ৎ nonchalant!riki x bubbly fem!reader ┆flufff┆kisses, petnames┆wc 426

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: sorry for being so ia TT i'll try to be back tho !! reblogs and feedback are always appreciated >o<

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

"baby? are you home?" ni-ki knocked on your door, patiently waiting for your response.

all the way from up in your room, you heard a faint knock at your door and a voice you knew all too well.

"ki!!!" you exclaim, popping up from your vanity and running to the door.

you open the door with a wide smile on your face and you're greeted with your sweet, handsome boyfriend. ni-ki has a small smile tugging at his lips and you know he's so happy to see you but he doesn't want to ruin his "dark and mysterious" image.

"c'mon ki!! smile for me, pleaseee?" you drag out the "e" and give your best puppy eyes. he lets out a chuckle before looking back up at you with his warm smile, his eyes turning into little crescents as he comes forward to embrace you.

"hi baby," he sighs into your shoulder, turning his head to kiss your neck. you let out a little giggle at the feeling and turn to bring him into your home, shutting the door softly.

"hi kiki," you smile back, kissing his chin as he straightens up and towers over you.

"i got you a little something baby," he says softly, pulling out a baby pink box from behind his back. your favorite color.

you let out a small gasp as you examine the box, opening it slowly.

inside, lays a pink shoulder bag from miumiu that ni-ki knew you had been eyeing for a while. so, he saved up a bit of money and bought it for you, deciding to also add a little surprise to it.

on one of the ends of the strap, there hung a black bow, neatly tied and matching perfectly with the light pink.

"oh ki!! it's perfect!" you gasp, your hand flying up to cover your mouth. "thank you thank you thank you!!!" you throw your arms around ni-ki's neck and kiss him on his lips.

he takes this opportunity to pull you onto his lap and wrap his arms around your waist.

the smell of his perfume invades your senses as you hug his frame, decorated in his signature color—black.

"i love you my princess," he says softly, gently squishing your cheeks in between his thumb and pointer finger before kissing your puckered lips.

"i love you too kiki," you smile, kissing him softly once again.

you two didn't care that you were practically night and day. you loved each other so much and nothing could stop that. you were each other's forever.

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: @en-diaries, @k-films, @k-nets

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[linolinoing]

koala hug 🐨

[houseofpsychoticwomxn]

⋰ ⋱✮ minors dni — suggestive ✮ ⋰ ⋱

♡ notes; been thinking about davids clark since the trailer — movie not out until july be damned, i had to write something

⋰ ⋱✮

Clark Kent is easily amused, throwing on a little red lace was more than enough to get a blushed reaction out of him, happily crawling into his lap as soon as his laptop was out of the way.

Superman is harder to read, harder to get ahold of. the second he was in the suit he gained a determination even the passionate, mild-mannered journalist couldn’t grasp.

Of course it didn’t usually make much difference to you, only really seeing the superhero side of him on a screen or in the paper the next day, but it was intriguing. call it curiosity, fantasy, greed even — you couldn’t help but wonder if that side of the man you cared so deeply for was doing more than just protecting you. what if he was holding something back?

you worked up the courage to say something about it when the familiar headline came across the tv; Superman saves! he looked as charming as ever, smiling and waving at the crowd of cameras and heads surrounding him. he was looking right at the camera intentionally, like he was looking right at you.

the blue and red covering him accompanied by the still somehow well-kept hair looked better every time you saw it. the reporters lucky enough to be there were going on and on about how incredible it was but truthfully it was hard to pay attention. the lack of breathlessness, the way he played it off as not a big deal like he didn’t just save the city again, the size of him towering over everyone else, all of it had you completely dazed.

you were all over him as soon as he stepped through the door, standing up on your toes to reach him for a kiss.

“hello to you, too.” a big hand cupped the side of your face, pulling you away from your impromptu attack on his own, tilting his head at you when you frowned in protest.

“I’m all sweaty and gross, let me take my suit off first, alright? then you can kiss me as much as you want. promise.” he punctuated his words with a kiss on your head, unnecessarily picking you up for just a second to move you out of the way before you tugged his wrist to stop him.

“wait, I actually- kinda wanted to talk to you about that.” you let go of his wrist as quickly as you’d grabbed it, anxiously clasping your hands together as he turned back towards you.

“about..?”

“that.” you pointed to his suit like it was obvious, nervously looking up at him.

“my suit? what about it?” you nodded, collecting the words in your head that seemed much more rational when he wasn’t standing over you.

“i think you should keep it on.” he didn’t seem to quite understand what you were getting at, large hand moving over his face in thought as you searched for a way to say it without flat out begging him to keep the suit on and bend you over.

“keep it on.. for you? like, here?” he looked around your shared apartment, eyes wandering over the living room like he was looking for clues until he got back to you, dancing around your words.

“just for a second? you’re always so.. i dunno, different, when you have it on.” you were speaking to him like you’d just gotten together this morning, your eyes stuck on the way the fabric shaped his arms.

“yeah, that’s sorta the point, honey. that’s just to protect my identity, to protect you.” he crossed his arms when he noticed the direction of your pointed gaze, daring you to say just what you meant.

“i know, but don’t you think that’s still you? like that’s just some deeper part of you?” it was glaringly obvious that you really just wanted him to throw you around a little bit — rough you up for the sake of your own filthy desires, but he wanted to give you time to rethink it, and just as bad, he wanted to hear you say it.

“what are you asking?” he stepped closer to you, boots not yet discarded by the door creaking the hard wood floor under them.

“i want to see it. to feel it- that part of you, i mean. i just.. don’t want you to feel like you have to hold anything back from me, clark.”

“sweetheart. that’s real nice but-“ he was trying to avoid the obvious; he didn’t want to really hurt you. it was hard enough avoiding deep bruises from his hard to manage strength just being clark, letting go completely seems almost irrational.

“you’re a lot stronger than me, i know. i can handle it. let me show you, please?” you took his steady hand, your own shakier than you’d like to admit — but you weren’t scared. you’d thought about it for so long it just excited you, clark was always so gentle and sweet with you — and you loved it! but he’d also do just about anything you set your pretty little mind on, and this was no exception.

“that’s really what you want?” he was just about as close as he could get now, listening intently to your heartbeat speeding up as his hands closed around your waist.

“please.”

[honeyhaeya]

sorry kisses (mwuah)

hwang hyunjin x gn!reader

genre: romantic comedy, domestic fluff, light angst warnings: minor argument/conflict between characters, slight miscommunication, excessive amounts of kissing (if that counts), playful teasing, mentions of surprise, planning and gift-giving tags: hyunjin x reader, romantic comedy, domestic fluff, soft boyfriend hyunjin, miscommunication trope, apology scene, reader insert, light angst with fluff, relationship drama wc: 931 a/n: random drabbles cause its cannon that hyunjin hates it when he's being called by his full name lol (lazy drabbles cause im a little tipsy)

the slam of the kitchen cabinet echoed through the apartment as you stood by the counter, arms crossed tightly against your chest. hyunjin paced in the living room, running his hand through his hair for the third time in the past five minutes. the tension between you both was sharp enough to slice through the air.

“i told you i didn’t mean to forget, okay?” his voice was low, tinged with frustration, but his eyes softened, betraying the guilt he was trying to hide. “it’s not like i did it on purpose.”

“not on purpose? seriously, hwang hyunjin?” the moment his full name left your lips, his head snapped up, his expression a mix of surprise and irritation.

“oh, come on! don’t call me that,” he snapped, stepping closer. “you only use my full name when you’re mad, and it’s weird. you’re my girlfriend, not my mom.”

“well, maybe if you acted like a responsible boyfriend, i wouldn’t have to sound like your mom,” you shot back, your tone biting.

he let out a dramatic groan, throwing his head back. “this is so unfair. you’re making it sound like i don’t care about you when i literally spent all day yesterday planning that stupid surprise.”

“wait, what?” your arms dropped as confusion replaced your anger.

his cheeks flushed pink as he avoided your gaze, scratching the back of his neck. “y-yeah. that’s why i forgot to pick up the thing you asked for. i was trying to… you know… make you happy. but clearly, i suck at it.”

your heart softened at his confession, though a small part of you remained stubborn. “you could’ve just told me that instead of letting me think you didn’t care.”

“i was going to! but then you called me ‘hwang hyunjin’ and it all went downhill from there.” his pout was almost comical, but you bit back a smile.

“you really hate it that much, huh?”

“of course i do,” he muttered, his voice quieter now. “you’re supposed to call me something cute, not make me feel like i’m in trouble.”

despite yourself, a small laugh escaped. “okay, fine. i’ll stick to cute nicknames. but only if you promise to communicate better next time.”

his lips twitched into a sheepish smile as he took a tentative step closer, his hand brushing against yours. “deal. just… no more full name. it’s terrifying.”

you let him intertwine your fingers, the warmth of his touch easing the last remnants of your frustration. “fine. but if you mess up again, all bets are off.”

he leaned in, his forehead gently bumping against yours as his voice dropped to a whisper. “guess i’ll just have to make sure i never mess up again.”

you barely had time to react before his lips found yours. the kiss was soft at first, an unspoken apology that made your knees weaken. his hand came up to cradle your face, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, leaving no room for doubts or lingering anger.

“so… am i forgiven?” he murmured against your lips, a teasing lilt in his voice.

“maybe,” you whispered back, capturing his lips in another kiss before he could protest. his hands moved to your waist, holding you as if afraid you’d pull away.

“you know,” he said between kisses, “if this is what happens every time i mess up, maybe i should do it more often.”

you pulled back, playfully swatting his chest. “don’t push your luck, jinnie.”

his grin widened at the nickname, and he quickly pulled you back in, pressing his lips to yours again, this time with more urgency. “i really am sorry,” he murmured, his kisses trailing to your jaw and down to your neck. “just wanted to do something special for you.”

“you’re lucky you’re cute,” you mumbled, your hands tangling in his hair as he continued peppering your skin with kisses.

“lucky? no, i’m just smart. distracting you with kisses is a foolproof plan,” he teased, his lips finding yours once more.

the next evening, you returned home to find the apartment dark except for the soft glow of fairy lights strung across the living room. a faint, familiar melody drifted through the air, and as you stepped further inside, hyunjin appeared from behind the couch, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“what’s all this?” you asked, though your voice had already softened.

he smiled shyly, holding the bouquet out to you. “my apology. properly this time.”

you took the flowers, your heart swelling at the sight of him—all awkward yet so endearing. “you really went all out, huh?”

“of course,” he said, stepping closer until he could brush a strand of hair from your face. “i wanted to remind you how much i love you.”

your cheeks warmed, and you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was sweet yet demanding, a silent reminder of everything you both felt but couldn’t always put into words. he responded instantly, his arms wrapping around you as the flowers fell to the side, forgotten in favor of the moment.

“so,” he said when you finally pulled apart, his voice breathless. “does this mean i’m forgiven?”

“we’ll see,” you teased, tugging him down for another kiss. this one was slower, deeper, as if to say everything words couldn’t.

by the time you finally settled onto the couch, tangled together under a blanket with snacks and a stack of movies waiting, you couldn’t help but smile against his lips. “for the record,” you murmured, “you’re not allowed to mess up just to get out of trouble like this.”

he laughed softly, kissing you again. “duly noted.”

and as the night unfolded, filled with kisses and quiet laughter, you couldn’t imagine ever staying mad at him for long.

a/n: tenchu for readinggg ! first stray kids fanfic <3

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